R's rue

Yesterday morning this brown cardboard box arrived at our house - all the way from Arizona. It was not unexpected as the sender had forewarned me. His name is Bruce and he  lives in Prescott Valley, Arizona with a woman he calls SWMBO - his wife Judy. Bruce is the brains behind a blog called "Oddball Observations" . This is how much it cost to send the mystery box:- Bruce did not know that it was my birthday today. However, his box was the first thing I opened this morning. It was expertly packed so I had to get out our kitchen scissors:- Inside I found this package. What could it be? Perhaps a brick of cocaine or compressed marijuana. After much cursing and excited cutting, I finally reached the contents. It is a cache of coins from different countries - mostly gathered during Bruce and Judy's royal tour of Europe in 1985:- Bruce had incuded a typed note. You can read an extract from it here:- Here are the coins on our coffee table:- I sorted through ...

 I’ve been pottering around in the kitchen all day. Nothing stressful , just all rather mindful  Dinner is more or less ready. Just candles to put on the cake. It was my sister in law’s birthday yesterday. From the kitchen window, I could see Islwyn beavering away by the Church , so I took the dogs up the lane for a walk to see what he was up to.  He had cleared the Church path of weeds and moss and had uncovered many of the old gravestones that had been lain flat in the 1980s.  The covid snake stones, he had collected up neatly to be rearranged again, whilst another villager Mr Morris finished varnishing the lytchgate. Mr Morris Islwyn told me had financed the work himself. I asked Islwyn why he working on the graveyard after the Church had been closed but I already sort of knew what his answer would be.  “ I was a bad man my youth” Islwyn chucked “ Now I’m earning myself some brownie points”  Bunches of cyclamen planted by the Churc...

 Update I still have to take a pain pill to sleep at night I still cry But I’m slowly returning. Normal. I can’t say. I have to realize I’ve had two surgeries in two months. As well as I do physically, mentally I’m in the woods. Trying to get out each day, but I still can’t verbalize to the outside world my feelings. Besides you all only my best friend knows the depth of my pain. When people ask, I leave it that my body couldn’t handle bearing children.  I’d ask a favor. Please dont ask a person of faith why they wouldn’t sacrifice their bodies to birth a child. I can’t be fruitful and multiply. Physically it takes every ounce I have to take care of myself. I can’t question God on this anymore. I can’t take away CP. I can’t take away genetics. I can’t risk my life. You love me so well, but just a little thought.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/R78ibDE